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Written by The Marquis dAscoyne
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Thursday, 22 December 2005 |
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Unfortunately the Marquis was not in such a mood. “Is that in popularity?” he said wide eyed in innocence. He knew his Treasurer to be as serious as the pox.
“No, 30% of thy peasants think thee mad, 30% have no opinion and the rest are still happy to be on the plateau, or so they say.
“I shall tell my wife to stop buying new clothes, eventually we shall all be naked as babes during the Winter. We will be forced to close the Winter Carnival, for modesty’s sake and hope for the best.”
“Milord, tis serious this; if we have another war, you cannot repeat thy actions.”
He looked at the face of his worried treasurer. He took a breath. “Know you of the du Bois Guilbert Shipyard at L’Anguille? I am being approached by a moneyed buyer and his offer is most tempting.”
“Cut off thy heritage, ‘twas the shipyard whereby your forefathers made their mark in the Bretonnian registry.” Lady Gandolfyn entered the room. He glared at her a bit. Always meddling, always opinionated. Always-
“looking out for thy best interests, Hercule.” She said with a smile. “I have seen the proposal and it would add a tenth of what you need for restoration.”
He confided to the treasurer, “Lady Gandolfyn and I have always argued over money. This be odd, I think as we both share a disdain for the hoarding of such resources.”
Lady Gandolfyn stopped her affable smiling and stared at the Marquis, shaking her head. The Marquis spoke “The only way to leave a small fortune to your heirs is to start with a vast fortune. This I have done.” And he smiled broadly, quite happy with himself.
Lady Gandolfyn began making her favorite speech about the future and he marveled at how many ways she explained the same thing over and over again.
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